May 28, 2019

Lately, I've been wondering, who am I becoming? The last time I had "growing pains," I was in middle school, and I was growing in height at such a rapid rate that my joints ached; I was just beginning to talk to boys instead of only having crushes. Now, I try to avoid...

July 25, 2018

Now, I say, I am home.

Come my love for our season is ripe.

Upon us is the night that once split becomes daylight.

The softness of touch is surreal.

It frightens the plague within me.

I dare not endure a walk down the isle dressed in white.

For the lines are too sharp,  and...

October 17, 2017

It's been a long time since I've written anything on this platform we call a "blog." There have been many moments that I have  had thoughts, titles, and whispers that I have wanted to share. I kept hearing my friend Janice say "Did you write it down Shanz?" It's someth...

May 26, 2017

After teaching a Journaling with your Chakras ( root) class, I began to unwind at home and think of how ,I too,  needed to journal about  the many themes pertaining to the root Chakra: home, family, work, trust, security, and structure.  It's funny how quickly, I as te...

April 2, 2017

I use to be angry at my body

Saddened into a spell of rage that my belly wasn’t flat like the girls in the magazines

Upset that I couldn't be, remain thin- una flakita

Depending on my  day it would puff out

Holding,  marinating with secrets that had been brewing

Stories in...

March 13, 2017

Sometimes there aren't conclusions, just process...

In the late evening with the moon partial and lit bright, I dipped my body into the cold ocean. It started off slow with me walking my feet close so that only my ankles would touch the sea, into splashes of water reach...

February 4, 2017

My candles are lit and their perfume is circulating the room. In a corner sits a rustic dark brown wicker cabinet I bought for myself when I was eighteen. A turquoise and yellow scarf lays over the top of this cabinet. There are two two small slabs of emerald laying be...

December 28, 2016

Ten years ago, when I was twenty-three, I hugged my father in the parking lot of the Albertson's grocery store as I told him I was leaving to San Francisco. If I recall correctly, I cried in his arms for a about a minute or two but it seemed like twenty. Subconsciously...

August 23, 2016

Earlier in the evening as I left my parent's home and their flooded hallway from the refrigerator that was leaking, a situation that I must take care of before they return from their trip; I left their home in a place of reflection. As I  closed the garage door I turne...

July 31, 2016

This July has been different than most. I have been in a deep contemplative space with my body. When I was younger and into my twenties, I never recall real in depth conversations. Instead, I was angry at my body for being what I thought as, too fat. I remember constan...

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